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In just what the favouring circumstances could consist, the fallen star had not bothered to indicate, and she had not bothered because they were too obvious and also because she was sure that Cassy was not insane. Paliser abandoned his cigarette. "If you like, we might look in at the Metropolitan. I believe I have a box."
But she knew too that in the same measure that the auditions of composers are not always notable, the visions of clairvoyants are not always exact. The knowledge steadied and partially comforted, but partially only. At the entrance, Lennox stood with Miss Bleecker. A little beyond were Paliser and her mother. Mrs. Amsterdam, minus her money, must have rushed away.
Paliser, but that honour will not be his to-day." Cassy stood up. "I should hope not. He would be the last camel on the straw I mean the last straw on the camel." Dunwoodie, rising also, gave her his fine bow and to Jones a hand. Then as the two made for the door, from over her shoulder she smiled back at him. "My grandmother could not have been nicer." "What do you mean by that?"
Were it otherwise, young people would be too servile to the past, too respectful to the present and the future would not know them as guides. Paliser, young in years, but old at heart, omitted to argue. He did what is perhaps superior, he changed the subject. "What is this song you were speaking of? Why not try that thing of Rimsky-Korsakov, the 'Chanson Hindoue'?"
Without knowing what he was doing, he sat down. Paliser, Margaret! Margaret, Paliser! Before him, on encephalic films, their forms and faces moved as clearly as though both were in the room. He saw them approaching, saw them embrace. The obsession of jealousy that creates the image, projected it. He closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands. The image got behind them.
The murder of Monty Paliser, headlined that morning in the papers, shook the metropolis at breakfast, buttered the toast, improved the taste of the coffee. Murdered! It seemed too bad to be false. Moreover, there was his picture, the portrait of a young man obviously high-bred and insolently good-looking. In addition to war news and the financial page, what more could you decently ask for a penny?
Not all of them, however. Within, a young man with ginger hair and laughing eyes, sprang from nowhere, pounced at Kate, floated her away. Mrs. Austen, Margaret, Lennox and Paliser moved on. In one room there was dancing; in another, a stage. It was in the first room that Kate was abducted. On the stage in the room beyond, a fat woman, dressed in green and gauze, was singing faded idiocies.
Therewith was an air and a look that were not worldly or even superior, but which, when necessary as she sometimes found it, could reduce a man, and for that matter a woman, to proportions really imperceptible. A little beauty and a little devil, thought Paliser, who was an expert. But leisurely, in his Oxford voice, he outlined for her a picture less defined. "You remind me of something."
"Well, I didn't see any showmen tumbling over each other. Mr. Lennox was there. He asked after you, and introduced a man who had us out to supper. It was very good. I did so wish for you, poor dear." "What man? What is his name?" "Paliser, I think. Something of the kind. Ma Tamby told me." "Not old M. P.?" "Perhaps, I don't know. He has hair like a looking-glass.
Paliser half raised a hand. The gesture was slight but expressive. One never knew! But so much the better, thought Mrs. Austen.
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